Shock! My apprentice is actually the empress

Luo Hu and a group of elders instantly appeared above the Rakshasa Sect to confront Zong Wu.

"Who did I think was so bold? It turns out to be you." Luo Hu said with a smile.

"You have been looking for me for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be delivered to my door now."

Zong Wu said coldly: "I hope you can still laugh later."

After saying that, he took out a kitchen knife.

Luo Hu laughed out loud when he saw Zong Wu taking out a kitchen knife.

"Are you out of your mind? If you don't have a weapon, I can lend it to you."

Zong Wu looked slightly embarrassed at the kitchen knife in his hand, but it was indeed a real imperial weapon.

He stopped talking nonsense and charged directly towards Luo Hu.

Luo Hu took his own Luo Hu thorn and faced him.

laugh!

Luo Hu was directly knocked back by the collision.

After he stabilized his body, he discovered that his Rahu thorn had been cut with a notch.

Then he looked at the kitchen knife in Zong Wu's hand with a shocked look on his face, "Emperor Soldier?"

After saying that, the shock on his face slowly turned into joy, "It seems that you are really a money-giving boy."

"Hand over the imperial soldiers and I will spare your life."

When the elders on the side heard what Luo Hu said, they immediately formed a circle around Zong Wu.

"Come and get it if you have the ability." Zong Wu said disdainfully.

Luo Hu's expression turned cold, "You were lucky enough to escape last time, but this time in my territory, you won't be so lucky."

After saying that, he directly activated the sect-protecting formation, and the entire sect was immediately enveloped by a pale golden cover.

Zong Wu didn't panic at all and rushed forward with a kitchen knife.

He planned to kill the others first, and his first target was the great elder of the first level of the Emperor Realm.

The great elder saw Zong Wu rushing towards him and hurriedly retreated. He was no match for Zong Wu.

Luo Hu ignored him and started chanting a curse. He was about to cast the fatal curse again.

The distance was not far in the first place, and since the great elder was at a lower level, he was quickly caught up with him.

Zong Wu held a kitchen knife and slashed down with a sharp slash, while the great elder blocked it with his sword.

laugh!

His long sword was cut off directly, and at this moment, he retreated quickly.

Zong Wu chased after him, dodged the great elder's counterattack with a side step, and came to his side.

Another slash was made, and the death curse condensed by Luo Hu on the other side also floated towards Zong Wu.

If he continues to attack the great elder, he will be hit by the death curse.

But Zongwu didn't hide, but slashed with his sword.

This time, the Great Elder had no weapons to resist, and it was too late to hide. He could only resist with his flesh and blood.

But after the first blow, there was a second blow.

He didn't understand until his death why Zong Wu wanted to kill him even if he was hit by the death curse. Is there such a big hatred?

After the fatal curse entered Zong Wu's body, Luo Hu laughed wildly.

As long as he gets the imperial weapon and kills the great elder, it doesn't matter.

The great elder's body was smashed to the ground, and his flesh and blood were all mangled.

The onlookers below exclaimed, "The Great Elder is dead."

In a room, Qianwei and the man who were flirting were stunned when they heard the call, and then quickly rushed out.

When they came out and saw the body on the ground, their faces were in disbelief. His grandfather, an emperor-level expert, died like this?

Qianwei also frowned, finally giving up her innocence. Did you find a great supporter and just disappear?

Then she looked towards the battlefield in the sky. When she saw the old man holding a kitchen knife in the sky, she was stunned.

Aren't these Qin Tian's men?

How could he be so powerful?

Could it be that he came here because I joined the Rakshasa Sect?

He's leaving me with nowhere to go? Just as Qianwei was thinking, the battle in the air became more and more intense.

Luo Hu was completely suppressed and beaten by Zong Wu who was holding the imperial weapon.

"How come you can still exert your full strength after being hit by my fatal curse?" He asked unwillingly.

Zong Wu's lips turned up with a look of pride: "Because my young master taught me a technique, which just happened to restrain your fatal curse."

"So go die!"

After saying that, Zongwu slashed with his sword again.

This time, the Rahu thorn with several gaps was cut into two pieces.

Rahu becomes increasingly disadvantaged.

Zong Wu, on the other hand, became more and more courageous as he fought, constantly firing his sword without giving Luo Hu any chance to breathe.

At this time, Luo Hu untied the Zong-protecting formation and prepared to run away, but Zong Wu gave him no chance.

Eighteen phantom cuts!

Zong Wu transformed into multiple phantom clones and slashed towards Luo Hu like a violent storm.

Luo Hu's physical body was directly hit by Ling Chi, and at this moment, Luo Hu decisively gave up his physical body.

The emperor's soul floated out and quickly floated towards the outside of the sect.

As soon as he left the sect, he activated the sect-protecting formation again, but Zong Wu was blocked inside.

In the end, Zong Wu could only watch helplessly as Luo Hu's Emperor Soul escaped, because it was too late for him to break the formation and pursue him.

It's better to take advantage of the formation and vent your anger.

These were the people who rushed to his family to massacre him in the first place.

Then there was a lot of wailing, and Zong Wu stabbed each one.

But he only killed those who were above the semi-sacred realm. Those who were below the semi-sacred realm did not participate in the massacre of his family, so he was not prepared to kill them.

After all, he is not someone who likes killing.

Finally, all the Rakshasa clan members at the semi-sacred realm and above were killed, and Zong Wu also stopped, preparing to break the formation and leave.

Just then Qianwei came out and said resentfully, "Why? Why did you come to kill me just after I surrendered to the Rakshasa Sect?"

Zongwu frowned and recognized Qianwei. He didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of woman, and he wasn't going to kill her for Qianxue's sake.

Finally, he knocked Qianwei away with a casual palm, then broke the formation and left.

Just when Qianwei was vomiting blood, the man who was going to marry her came to her and said coldly, "Did he come to slaughter my sect because of you?"

Qianwei was so frightened that she backed away when she saw the man's murderous gaze.

The man yelled and rushed forward...

Zong Wu returned to the artistic conception painting studio and returned the kitchen knife to Qin Tian.

Qin Tian took the kitchen knife and said, "Is revenge over?"

Zong Wu nodded, "That's right, his emperor soul ran away."

Qin Tian nodded slightly and then asked, "What weapon are you using?"

Zong Wu didn't think much and replied subconsciously, "I use a knife."

"Yeah! As long as you are loyal enough, I will give you an emperor-level sword in one year."

Upon hearing this, Zong Wu quickly knelt down and said, "I will swear allegiance to the Young Master to the death."

I was also very excited in my heart. Many third-level emperors did not have imperial soldiers, but he, a second-level emperor, was going to have imperial soldiers.

On the other hand, Zong Yan started refining alchemy after going to Lin's Chamber of Commerce.

Lin's Trading Company also spared no effort in publicity and organized a series of activities.

In an instant, the situation began to reverse again, but Qingyu Trading Company still had some business.

Because whether it is three lines or four lines, it is limited.

Therefore, it is difficult to completely overwhelm Qingyu Trading Company in a short period of time.

After Qin Tian got the news, he asked them to train more alchemists.

Zong Yan is now fully qualified to teach his disciples. When his disciples get up, he himself will feel much more relaxed.

If a force wants to develop, it cannot rely solely on high-level leaders.